Weather In My Ribs: Salt, Stone, Signal

I’ve written another little poem with which I am quite pleased. I was feeling a bit flat about work. I’m in a job where there will never be enough resources and I’m always going to feel like there’s more I could give, even if that is not necessarily true.

Here were some brief thoughts:

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